This morning is grey, and the forecast has promised
rain. From where I’m sitting, I can hear the clicking of the tallow seeds on
the woodshed roof. The twenty eights have been an almost permanent fixture in
the tree this past week, but will disappear as soon as the first drops begin to
fall, and stay away until it stops.
This type of weather induces an air of calm in the
house. It is a day for nesting; a dim, slow, dreamy day.
I'm hoping this calm will extend to my latest knitting foray. Short and sweet both in style and labour.... or so I thought.
Today, for the third time, I will be attempting to get the collar on this jacket
right, and I hate having to do things twice, let alone three times! I have finished this part of the project twice; cast the stitches and
everything, only to find that the garment was twisted, somehow knitted back to front, I
don’t know, just wrong. The second time this happened I left it, couldn't face undoing it again, and started on the sleeves. They're finished now, so the only thing left to do is the collar... again. So today I am calmly and slowly 'unknitting' the collar, stitch by stitch, row by row. (Well, as calmly as I can whilst trying to keep Bertie away from the yarn he has spied).
Hopefully, this third time really will be
lucky and I'll get it right.
